Every Rose has its Thorns

Trash and Puppys are quite the same

                                                                              Introduction

Running.... Breathing.... Living, Its what we do every day, or at least what we try to do.  Some people can't continue it, some choose not to, what you do is your choice.  Why do people make such a big deal over one thing, like when someone gets an A on a test?  Why don't people get overly excited by the big things like when you save a kid from a animal attack?  You know what people do, they yell and complain and say how you are the evil incarnate on earth.  Some people ,like me, are untouchable,  or at least to a certain extent.  I hold in all my emotions and wait for them to explode like the volcano I am, but they don't, at least not when I want them to.  I live with my sister Bella, she's 25.  In case your wondering, yes my parents are dead, they died in the 9/11 terriost attack.  They worked at the pentagon, they were FBI agents.  I used to live in Richmond, Virginia till I moved to Milwaukee, Wisconsin.    Anyway I go to Milwaukee High School, I am currently a Junior, and I have been accepted into Westpoint (a military school in NY).  Where I plan to follow in my parents footsteps.

                                                                        Chapter One

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* The sound of my alarm wakes me up, I glance over to check the time and realize i have 20 minutes to get ready and get to school.   I jump out of bed and run into my closet.  Now I'm 6'0 ft and I weigh 215 Lbs, I know that number sounds big but I promise with my height I'm fine.  I grab my ripped jeans, red Converse, and Nirvana crop top.  As I run to the bathroom I grab my backpack and my phone.  Next is makeup so I put on powder, brush eyebrows, black eyeliner and red lipstick.  Brushing my hair, which is a faded blue color, i put it in a high messy bun.  *checks time 7:30 a.m. I run through the house I go to the kitchen to grab a muffin and the keys to my jeep.  *RIIIIIINNNNGGGGG I made it just in time, in school I'm not the most popular person but I'm defintly known because I play sports.  The first couple periods go by in a blur.  Fourth period, AP Psychology, I noticed a new student in the halls.  He was probably 6'2 or 6'3,  black hair and piercing blue eyes that make you want to confess your sins to him or something.  I study him, and of course he sees me, well I might as well walk over.  As I walk over to my social death I realize that my tattoo is starting to show.  I quickly pull down my shirt, and continue the death march.  

Hi.

Hi

I'm Ade, I haven't seen you in this class before so I wanted to introduce myself before the wolves got to you.

Ha, I'm Kyle. Nice to meet you Ade.  

Nice to meet you as well, if you want I can show you around the town abit after school.  I don't have practice today, so I don't have plans except for homework.

Ok, thanks yeah.

*RIIINNNNGGGGG

We had the rest of our classes together so I got to know him a bit better.  He moved here from California and has a younger sister who is 15.  But she is homeschooled because she doesn't get along well with others.  He is 17, his birthday is October 22nd, 2000, and his favorite color is green.  I tried to read him, normally I can.  But I can't seem to get a read off of him.  Im stuck and confused, I don't know why I can't.  I will find out over time and see how he can block any emotion or body language what so ever.